A/n: yes, this can be the dumping ground for all the poetry i write almost daily at school.
...I did promise a little of the rhyming stuff, but you be the judge of how good i really am... and tell me how i'm doing, i need the practice. I turn out hundreds of the bloomin' things over a month, so i'll start by uploading one every day if i can, seeing as there's at least 1 more in my textbooks when i go home after school hours...
and... it's also practice for a new story i'm thinking of writing, completely in rhyme...
well, without further ado, i give you no. 1, which is about Ryou and Bakura, when Ryou was young and we can only assume he doen't know the spirit of the ring very well... and it's not exactly Tendershipping this time, even if it is still supposed to be cute...
Disclaimer: I do not have any ownership over Yugioh in the slightest, that honour belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I just make things rhyme.
*Bakura's Snowflake*
Something was stirring, way up in the sky
glistening, steadily, it fell from on high....
A figure stood down way below,
he'd trudged for miles through all that snow.
His face was pale, his dark eyes bright
he'd be long gone by morning light...
This dreamy scene tells so many lies,
and does not halt for long goodbyes..
The figure turns, his eyes twitch red-
and a tiny figure leaps up in bed.
A dream, he glances around.. he cannot see you...
"Go back to sleep, my precious Ryou..."
You crouch in the corner, lest he may find
Your massive prescence within his young mind.
No, no cause for alarm... no time to act dumb
or your cover is blown and your day won't come.
The young boy turns, his rest isn't deep
and if you're not quiet, he'll wake from his sleep.
Over thousands of years, you'd tried everything
to escape the prison of the Millenium Ring,
but now this boy, a child not long before
has brought you back to this world oncemore.
The glistening banks outside, stained snowy-white
becon your return to might.
But this night's still deep,
Ryou's asleep,
you'll have to wait,
your plan to keep.
Until a morning star
creeps up afar....
Coaxes your host to greet his new fate
and puts an end to your 5000 year wait...
He looks suddenly in pain, the boy in bed.
You creep to him and touch his head.
Beneath your touch, his features lay moonlit,
his serene beauty framed by his nightmarish fit.
But you're not interested in this, as two fangs you bear
your delight isn't in the comfort, it lies in the scare...
The snowflakes falling in the midnight air
compliment the silvery sheen to his hair.
He's perfectly beautiful, in sleeping grace
and this frosty hair frames a porcelain face
choclatey hazel eyes lay hid
beneath each tightly-closed eyelid.
But for all your creepyness in the light so dim,
it seemed you only managed to comfort him!
Something you'll never think of, especially when he's awake:
but he's your delicate, perfectly formed, very own snowflake!
And though now he's peaceful-all anew,
his eyes flick open...and rest on you.
"B...Bakura-san?"
He rubs an eye, already aware
that the great theif king has failed to scare.
You growl to yourself, that book flicks closed.
You stand there, confused and totally exposed.
"Go back to sleep!"
you start to shout,
but his simple request you almost drown out....
"Can ...you turn the light on, please?"
A/n: Aw, how fluffy! it was a little longer than you suspected, wasn't it? And yes, i suck at the stuff. (I can make pretty much anything rhyme though, especially by talking like yoda.)
But... if, like this you do,
then please don't forget to send a review!
...requests for pairings i will take
if the suggestion, you happen to make.
Any advice is gladly received, for you see
being poetic is quite a close thing to me!
See? I wasn't lying! See you all tomorrow! -And if my happiness you don't want to suspend, then NO FLAMES i ask you send!